I sit up every night
Waiting for the moment
That moment where sparks fly
Electricity strikes
Where love takes place
I only dream of it
But in so many cases it feels real
Then I wake up from fiction
And back to reality.
I will always sit up at night
Waiting for that time
Watching gooey movies
That make me hopeless
Reading countless love stories
That makes everything real
My rose colored glasses almost broken
At this point, life sets in.
